Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm about as subtle as a death growl in an echo chamber!"
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2024 8:53pm
12th Jul 2024 8:53pm
Void Of Consolation
Driven to the edge again
Till I arrive safe and sound
Sinister wind pierces skin
Within the world we’re bound
Torment grows on the street
Broken people dead inside
Where saints and sinners meet
Rolling against a selfish tide
Simmering in a hellish heat
Souls linger without a home
Walking to this wicked beat
Beneath the heart of Rome
Poets write about Society
Steeped in keen observation
Though it feeds off anxiety
While void of consolation
Till I arrive safe and sound
Sinister wind pierces skin
Within the world we’re bound
Torment grows on the street
Broken people dead inside
Where saints and sinners meet
Rolling against a selfish tide
Simmering in a hellish heat
Souls linger without a home
Walking to this wicked beat
Beneath the heart of Rome
Poets write about Society
Steeped in keen observation
Though it feeds off anxiety
While void of consolation
#LifeAsAWriter
105 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2024 9:40pm
11th Jul 2024 9:40pm
Help You Unwind
Nine days seems like an eternity
Without your presence near
Living feels like some absurdity
I’m not thinking very clear
Time can’t pass by fast enough
I’m on pins and needles
You know it’s been so rough
I even consulted The Beatles
Nothing seems to fill the void
Binge writing love poetic
Talking to me till I’m annoyed
Not even close to copacetic
Sunday is etched in my mind
I promise to help you unwind
Without your presence near
Living feels like some absurdity
I’m not thinking very clear
Time can’t pass by fast enough
I’m on pins and needles
You know it’s been so rough
I even consulted The Beatles
Nothing seems to fill the void
Binge writing love poetic
Talking to me till I’m annoyed
Not even close to copacetic
Sunday is etched in my mind
I promise to help you unwind
#IMissYou
194 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2024 10:23pm
10th Jul 2024 10:23pm
Create The Picture
Styles clash often in writing
Collaborations take chemistry
Ego’s can lead to infighting
Often shrouded within a mystery
When successful it’s grand
Playing to each others strengths
Turning glass back into sand
Always going to great lengths
Bad vibes will lead to disaster
Resorting in Kamikaze antics
Mind starts spinning faster
Resulting in smug semantics
That’s without adding another
Writer into the word mixture
Whether it’s sister or brother
Helping to create the picture
Collaborations take chemistry
Ego’s can lead to infighting
Often shrouded within a mystery
When successful it’s grand
Playing to each others strengths
Turning glass back into sand
Always going to great lengths
Bad vibes will lead to disaster
Resorting in Kamikaze antics
Mind starts spinning faster
Resulting in smug semantics
That’s without adding another
Writer into the word mixture
Whether it’s sister or brother
Helping to create the picture
#LifeAsAWriter
117 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 11:03pm
9th Jul 2024 11:03pm
Obscure Decay
Don’t paint me with your brush
When you can’t begin to understand
Does it give you some kinda rush?
Helping build this arrogant brand
I’m going to end this torment
Suffocate the chain of command
Darkness that once laid dormant
As corruption resides over land
Death follows lost souls around
Till we’re ten feet underground
Think you can predict the future?
With influence reaching far
Tainting everything once pure
Revealing another nasty scar
I’ve grown immune to such hate
Burning every single...
When you can’t begin to understand
Does it give you some kinda rush?
Helping build this arrogant brand
I’m going to end this torment
Suffocate the chain of command
Darkness that once laid dormant
As corruption resides over land
Death follows lost souls around
Till we’re ten feet underground
Think you can predict the future?
With influence reaching far
Tainting everything once pure
Revealing another nasty scar
I’ve grown immune to such hate
Burning every single...
#karma
97 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2024 9:08pm
8th Jul 2024 9:08pm
In A Twisted Dream
Wading through my shallow existence
Crawling across the cold floor
Strange creature raised on persistence
Cowering behind a locked door
Selling off my heart a piece at a time
Unable to cope with the loss
Some wretched form of pantomime
On a stage covered by moss
Soldiers repelling from a helicopter
Gunfire lights up the sky
Reading lies from the teleprompter
Without any sort of alibi
Hunkered down inside a morgue
I’m my own meme
Mangled by some freaky cyborg
In a twisted dream
Crawling across the cold floor
Strange creature raised on persistence
Cowering behind a locked door
Selling off my heart a piece at a time
Unable to cope with the loss
Some wretched form of pantomime
On a stage covered by moss
Soldiers repelling from a helicopter
Gunfire lights up the sky
Reading lies from the teleprompter
Without any sort of alibi
Hunkered down inside a morgue
I’m my own meme
Mangled by some freaky cyborg
In a twisted dream
#dreams
98 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 11:58pm
7th Jul 2024 11:58pm
Clown
Washing away this constant sorrow
Trying to cast out my last demon
If God graces another tomorrow
I’ll shed the skin of the heathen
I’ve been a sinner most of this life
Tasted what was know as pleasure
Dancing on the hot blade of a knife
Never did I find any buried treasure
Walked across many a minefield
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
Couldn't harness any love to wield
Though vacant eyes I would stare
Dead inside hosting a shallow soul
It even hurt when I fucking smiled
Nothing attempted made me whole...
Trying to cast out my last demon
If God graces another tomorrow
I’ll shed the skin of the heathen
I’ve been a sinner most of this life
Tasted what was know as pleasure
Dancing on the hot blade of a knife
Never did I find any buried treasure
Walked across many a minefield
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
Couldn't harness any love to wield
Though vacant eyes I would stare
Dead inside hosting a shallow soul
It even hurt when I fucking smiled
Nothing attempted made me whole...
#PersonalGrowth
152 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2024 7:55pm
6th Jul 2024 7:55pm
Withdrawn
Built a foundation on a fault line
Temperamental bias stirs beneath
No substance dangles from the vine
Put the blade back in the sheath
When the walls tumbled down
It revealed a foolish arrogance
Under that smile lives a frown
A string-puppet born to dance
Rain pours from a dark sky
Drowning every seed planted
Promises built around a lie
Broken wishes never granted
When death comes to collect
Silence falls before the dawn
Time fades into disconnect
Existence of life withdrawn
Temperamental bias stirs beneath
No substance dangles from the vine
Put the blade back in the sheath
When the walls tumbled down
It revealed a foolish arrogance
Under that smile lives a frown
A string-puppet born to dance
Rain pours from a dark sky
Drowning every seed planted
Promises built around a lie
Broken wishes never granted
When death comes to collect
Silence falls before the dawn
Time fades into disconnect
Existence of life withdrawn
#humankind
126 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2024 9:21pm
5th Jul 2024 9:21pm
Stay
Trust’s a two way street of understanding
It’s all part of the feeling out process
Some people can’t stick the landing
Measured by desire they call success
Under the disguise known as vanity
Is a hunger to rule over individuals
Tangled within webs that feed insanity
Profiting off the collected residuals
Silence is demanded upon arrival
Simple rules of any doomsday cult
Important when seeking survival
Loyalty bleeds for a desired result
Sitting beneath a zombie moon
Watching aliens invade humankind ...
It’s all part of the feeling out process
Some people can’t stick the landing
Measured by desire they call success
Under the disguise known as vanity
Is a hunger to rule over individuals
Tangled within webs that feed insanity
Profiting off the collected residuals
Silence is demanded upon arrival
Simple rules of any doomsday cult
Important when seeking survival
Loyalty bleeds for a desired result
Sitting beneath a zombie moon
Watching aliens invade humankind ...
#humankind
128 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 9:53pm
4th Jul 2024 9:53pm
Demanding
Style means nothing without substance
That’s something money can’t buy
Walking through the world in a trance
Long enough to embrace living this lie
Social outcast learns how to survive
Turning loneliness into independence
Wanting to avoid the impending nosedive
Sometimes caution means ride the fence
Timid people constantly read the room
While they study the human psyche
Pessimistic views in lingering doom
Securing secrets under lock and key
Wise souls are always seeking truth
Trying to reason with their...
That’s something money can’t buy
Walking through the world in a trance
Long enough to embrace living this lie
Social outcast learns how to survive
Turning loneliness into independence
Wanting to avoid the impending nosedive
Sometimes caution means ride the fence
Timid people constantly read the room
While they study the human psyche
Pessimistic views in lingering doom
Securing secrets under lock and key
Wise souls are always seeking truth
Trying to reason with their...
#LifeStruggles
137 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 7:05am
4th Jul 2024 7:05am
Masterpiece
Recreating the buzz of my past
However brief that might of been
Scattered puzzle pieces remain
From some long forgotten song
Sometimes I hear it in a memory
Trying to catch important details
Every time it seems within reach
Before the light starts creeping in
Slipping into a vivid daydream
Digging through flavored nostalgia
I hear the rift but not the snare
Trapped inside this perpetual loop
Aroused by mental masturbation
Wanting to unlock this inner mystery
Retracing every single movement
Only...
However brief that might of been
Scattered puzzle pieces remain
From some long forgotten song
Sometimes I hear it in a memory
Trying to catch important details
Every time it seems within reach
Before the light starts creeping in
Slipping into a vivid daydream
Digging through flavored nostalgia
I hear the rift but not the snare
Trapped inside this perpetual loop
Aroused by mental masturbation
Wanting to unlock this inner mystery
Retracing every single movement
Only...
#SelfReflection
124 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2024 4:58am
2nd Jul 2024 4:58am
Circles
Sometimes it grows stagnant
There’s no way to get it right
Smashing my head against a wall
While the well remains empty
Fallen into a downward spiral
All four walls are closing in
I’m void of any sort of charisma
What’s the point of even trying
Pessimistic without any choice
I keep creating these failures
Seems about time to self-destruct
I’m beyond confused anymore
Maybe next year sometime
I could get back in the saddle
Who knows how I’ll feel then
Everything revolves in circles
There’s no way to get it right
Smashing my head against a wall
While the well remains empty
Fallen into a downward spiral
All four walls are closing in
I’m void of any sort of charisma
What’s the point of even trying
Pessimistic without any choice
I keep creating these failures
Seems about time to self-destruct
I’m beyond confused anymore
Maybe next year sometime
I could get back in the saddle
Who knows how I’ll feel then
Everything revolves in circles
#LifeCycle
165 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2024 7:20am
30th Jun 2024 7:20am
Solved The Dilemma
Hello, fellow poets of the underground. I tell you what it’s really hard to stay in a positive mood these days. All you gotta do is get on Facebook or YouTube and presto day fucking ruined. Especially anything that has to do with politics or the state of the world. I think I’m just tired of watching all the lunacy.
It’s theatrics and verbal semantics all day every day. I think some people would fight over a dried dog turd. Worse than that they’d get law enforcement involved and capture it all on video for public consumption. But saddest of all is the fact it would get clicks. ...
It’s theatrics and verbal semantics all day every day. I think some people would fight over a dried dog turd. Worse than that they’d get law enforcement involved and capture it all on video for public consumption. But saddest of all is the fact it would get clicks. ...
#prose
141 reads
4 Comments
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